Surrounded by guards, the parent-murdering despot gave a jolly smile.
So close, but too far to reach. Especially for a boy.
If he did hit him, he’d be captured. Jailed. Killed.
The boy looked for something to throw. He weighed a lemon in his hand.
It was worth the risk.
This is my entry for @jayna‘s super fun 50 Word Story Challenge. The prompt this week was “lemon.” I guess the message (if there is one) is that when life sends you lemons, throw them.